Home Sweet Home

Posted by: on May 25, 2006 | No Comments

…and it’s a BEUT-TEE-FUL day in San Francisco.
Guess what I’m gonna do?
Watch TV and sleep. That’s right. And I’m damn excited about it.
Flight was OK, aside from the World’s Worst Indian — verified by the Indian woman traveling with me on my flight. He couldn’t figure out his chair controls, and was crawling around on all fours after all the lights were turned out for at least 20 minutes. That was followed by a loud argument for with his wife, and then a skirmish involving his attempt to steal my blanket.
This after my hotel in Seoul was packed with rude Indian biz guys — again verified by my Indian colleague. (Just trying to avoid any unpleasant labels.)
When I got on the plane, we both agreed we were sick of the Asian lack of respect for personal space but knew we’d get it the second we landed in SF. Sure enough, the first two people to raise my hackles — one ran into me with his luggage cart with no apology, another jammed up the auto-turnstyle by jamming his luggage at the last moment — were Asian. Granted, this is San Francisco.
Perhaps I should try Kansas for some wingnut fundie white people as a relaxer.
Tomorrow: why Amazon can suck my sack and nature’s least respected friend to humanity: the squirrel.
Perhaps I’m making that last part up. But Amazon can suck it. Big time.

Homeward Bound

Posted by: on May 24, 2006 | No Comments

Away for a month, I’m more than ready to come home. Hotel laundry services don’t leave my clothes Downey fresh, and my wallet is overflowing with 4 types of currency. I have a pile of receipts which I dread making sense of for my expense report. (And those whacky Chinese don’t even give you receipts, only official government notes in the amount of the sale.)
The other day I had to head out to a town called Jeonju, about 2.5 hours outside of Seoul, where we had recently acquired a small company. The driver was at the hotel 7am sharp and whisked us confidently off to our destination… except that he took us to Cheongju, a town in a different providence and about 2 hours in the wrong direction. He showed me the destination on his dispatch sheet, but since it was written in Korean, it could of been a recipe for Kimchi for all I know. After raising someone on the phone that spoke both English and Korean, we were finally headed in the right direction. There’s several other cities that all sound phonetically similar to me in the area, but these people seem to keep it all straight. At least I got to see some of Korea by car — quite pleasant with it’s lush green hills with creepy fog hugging the tops.
I had a “Jeonju lunch” which culminated in a local favorite rice dish. Mr. SomethingOrAnother excitedly explained that I could make it at home by taking the rice left in the rice cooker and mixing it with water.
“So… I see. It’s burnt rice water?” I confirmed.
Yum. Indeed. It sports a lovely rusted-orange hue with chewey chunks of rice cooker scrapings. Note to self: before putting rice cooker in sink to soak, consider as gift to Jeonju.
In about 8 hours I’ll be over the Pacific hopefully fast asleep in Asiana’s sub-standard business class. And nothing could make me happier…
A view from my hotel room in Seoul:

Random Shanghai

Posted by: on May 23, 2006 | No Comments

In Seoul and finally headed home tomorrow evening.
Much too busy to post much, so here’s a mixed bag from Shanghai:

I Think I got Married

Posted by: on May 20, 2006 | No Comments

…what’s with the Chinese language Google ads? Me thinks something no workie right.

White Boy Parties in Shanghai…

Posted by: on May 20, 2006 | No Comments

…with Indians.
I’m off in an hour to do exactly that. Should be interesting.

Don’t Cry for Me

Posted by: on May 17, 2006 | No Comments

Nothing in Common

Posted by: on May 14, 2006 | No Comments

[ of vital importance to the funny: The hat reads “Cockteaser” ]

Taikoo Girls

Posted by: on May 13, 2006 | No Comments

Met these lovely business professionals on my way out of work Friday evening. Obviously off to a charity dinner or church function.

This ultra-modern office tower was a former sugar refinery. Check it out then [2] and now.

Mong Kok

Posted by: on May 13, 2006 | One Comment

Over in Kowloon (not familiar with the geography of HK, look here) there’s a huge market area called Mong Kok. To westerners, it’s completely non-sensical: entire streets with 50 stores all selling exactly the same items. One street is chock full o’ mobile phones, cameras, and other gadgetry; others clothing and semi-automatic rifles. Fun town!
Volume seems to be the key:

The smell wafting from this food vendor was, best I could guess, a moving tribute to the collective ass of 8M Hong Kong residents: